#Did he create Satori in this?

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

#linked universe x reader #fierce deity x reader #is this after Majora? #Is Fierce Deity really there or just manifesting due to being fond of Reader and living in their head rent free? #Is Hylia jealous because she couldn't stake a claim first? #Did he create Satori in this? #That's for future Summer to know and y'all to find out lol. Though this does reference the theory he's the one who sealed Majora #The divinity of Hyrule changes people the closer they are to it #Fierce Deity is both a warrior/demon god and the hopes and dreams of the people of Termina and that duality is fascinating in this essay- #Really I believe that Fierce Deity doesn't mean to harm his users or people who aren't enemies #But the Eldritch Vibes ™ are so much even when he's toning it down it's a slippery slope #Good thing Reader is a divinity magnet just from proximity to the Chain and can put it aside #Plus Time putting on the mask as either Sprite/Mask change the FD as much as he changed him and same for First and Hylia #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes #maybe I'll add more tags or elaborate later idk I need a nap and to work on the other prompts

[kitasgloves]

comforting your insecure bf

part 1 . part 3

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Tendou Satori

Growing up, Tendou Satori didn't have anyone to rely on until he reached high school where he met his teammates on the volleyball team and his best friend Ushijima Wakatoshi. Having experienced bullying in middle school, he created doubts he'll find someone who will love him.

Until he graduates college and moves to France, Tendou becomes a profound chocolatier and sells his chocolates in Paris. It seemed fate had planned it when you walked into his shop and purchased a box of his famous sweets. The way you smiled at him was sweeter than any chocolate Tendou has tasted. He was too stunned to even ask for your name before you walked out of his shop. Tendou had a serious sweet tooth because he was craving for your smile.

Fate has heeded his longing because you returned to his shop again with that sweet smile of yours, by then Tendou dared to ask for your name. Your visits have become frequent, on the third visit he makes you smile, the fourth he makes you laugh, on the fifth he asks for your number, and on the sixth you ask him out on a date.

It appeared so ideal, falling in love with a sweet chocolatier in Paris. Tendou stole your heart with his precious humor and his earnest feelings. Everything looked perfect the moment you and the chocolatier became a couple. Tendou thought he was contented, letting you move in with him. But then he believed everything was moving too fast, you two went beyond kissing and before he knew it he was overwhelmed.

However, he doesn't have the heart to tell you. He's afraid that if he did, you'd give him some space and he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to be out of his reach, he doesn't want you to leave him. Because Tendou believes he'll never find someone who'll love a weirdo like him. He's already skeptical if you're genuinely in love with him. Even as an adult, he's still bothered by the looks people give him when he's with you. He knows what they're thinking.

What is a weirdo like him doing with someone beautiful like you?

"Satori? Are okay, chérie?"

Tendou blinks and awkwardly smiles at you while nodding. His eyes returned to the television screen but his mind was elsewhere. And you can tell, for the past few days, Tendou has been acting out of his character. He stopped telling you jokes and making chocolates with you. Something was bothering him. Wordlessly, you took his hand and pulled him up from the couch. There was no protest when you took him to your shared bedroom. The two of you settled on the bed.

"Darling, I know something is bothering you and I want you to be honest with me"

"I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little bit unwell"

"Satori..."

Tendou sighs at your warning tone. You gently took his larger hands, sharing your warmth. He can feel his eyes grow wet.

"[Name]...why the hell did you fall in love with me?"

You blinked, there was a shake of your head and a lighthearted smile on your face. You know how bizarre Tendou can behave, which makes him unique. His red buzzcut and quirky smile captured your heart. You didn't give a shit if everybody else found him weird, to you he's the most perfect man you know.

"Do you want me to show you, Satori?"

Tendou wouldn't have imagined this scenario. You settle behind him, your hand fisting his cock as he is forced to watch everything through the bedroom mirror. It didn't help that the mirror was huge and he could see every explicit detail. The precum leaking out of the slit of his dick, a red flush all over his face, and your soft hand pumping his length to draw moans out of his lips

"Ah! Chérie! Please slow down!"

You only smiled sweetly at him and continued jerking him off, he threw his head back with a strangled moan.

"Eyes on the mirror, darling"

Tendou obeys with his head spinning in pleasure. He can hear his heart palpitating wildly in his ears as you pull him apart with each stroke of your hand.

"You asked me why I fell in love with you. How could I not when you're such an adorable, funny, and caring man?"

"How could I not swoon at every chocolate you make and gift for me? For every kiss we shared under the Paris lights? And the way you swept me off my feet and took me to bed after one month of being together?"

Your pace on his cock went slower, you wanted him to hear every word you said. Tendou can feel his breath going shallow at every sentence.

"I don't care what people think of us and neither should you. As long as I'm happy with you, to hell with what they think"

"[Name] I-"

"Oh Satori, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get married and start a family"

Suddenly, your hand wandered to his balls as you played with them. Tendou's moans echoed in the room as the pleasure went crashing in. His eyes watch you through the mirror as he feels his release building up.

"Oh fuck, [Name], please!"

"Do you want that too, darling?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah? Go on, cum for me, Satori"

His hands grip the bedsheets as his hips bucked upward on your fist as he cums. You continue to pump him, letting the cum shoot out and leak on your hand. Tendou hisses as his eyes watered at the overstimulation. You kiss his neck tenderly after his orgasm. He was catching his breath when he looked at his messy reflection, he chuckled to himself. Suddenly, you pressed your lips against his ear.

"The next time you cum, it's going to be inside of me"

Tendou gulps as a bashful blush covered his cheeks. You smile sweetly at him as if you didn't whisper the nastiest shit he has ever heard against his ear.

— ♬ Hirugami Sachiro

Your first encounter with Hirugami Sachiro was when you took your dog to the vet for a check-up. You recently moved into the area and it was your first time visiting a new vet. Hirugami could've sworn Cupid pulled one of the stupid golden arrows and shot him in the back when you both locked eyes for the first time. You were gorgeous and you had an adorable dog too.

He treated your dog with utmost care and you couldn't even be happier. Since then, you started getting monthly checkups for your dog. Hirugami always looked forward to each of your arrivals, and each time he could feel himself slowly falling hard for you. At every check-up, you get to know the veterinarian more. You knew how he used to play volleyball, how he's the youngest of his siblings, his pro-volleyball best friend Hoshiumi Korai, and even his sweet dog named Kotarou.

Before you two knew it, you both grew closer and closer at each encounter. It was a matter of time before one of you would profess your feelings first. And it was Hirugami. He asked you to hang out outside of the vet to grab lunch and he confesses. He was expecting a rejection from you but you surprise him by returning his feelings.

It was only natural for you and Hirugami to become a couple. It was the happiest both of you have been in your lives. You kiss on sidewalks, have romantic dinners, and take your dogs together at the dog park. Everything felt perfect. But suddenly, you got busy with your work.

You were so busy that you had to take your dog to your cousin's to take of them for you because you didn't have time to do it. Hirugami pretended that it barely stung when you talked less and less with him. You both stopped seeing each other every day. There wasn't any bitterness rising it was just dead silence. Hirugami figured he should focus on his profession as a veterinarian. The both of you wouldn't have proper contact for weeks to the point Hirugami becomes concerned.

He didn't understand why you were busy all of a sudden, to him, it's like you barely made an effort to check on him. He felt pathetic desperately reaching out for you until he began doubting himself. What if you grew tired of him? What if you started seeing somebody else? His thoughts frightened him. Hirugami wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you. Before he realizes it, he's falling back to his bad habits back in high school.

Hiruguami used to be a perfectionist during volleyball, he'd blame himself for every mistake he made. He mindlessly scrapped his knuckles against a stone surface to the point that it bled. And he was doing it again, although less harshly. When you finally had the time to see him, you immediately asked to go over to his place.

When you saw your boyfriend your heart dropped, he looked like he was barely taking care of himself. There were dark bags under his eyes, he seemed paler, and bandages on his knuckles.

"What happened to you, Sachiro?"

You asked him, visibly concerned. It made Hirugami guilty. You two catch up during dinner and he finally tells you what is going on with him. You can feel your heart shatter.

"I thought I was never going to be the perfect boyfriend for you, [Name]"

"Is that why you began scraping your knuckles?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey, don't be. I should be the one apologizing for not trying to reach out"

"But you were busy, and I understand that-"

"Sachiro, that's still not an excuse to suddenly cut contact with you"

"But I should've done better, you know? I could've"

"Sachiro"

You firmly stopped him. Hirugami bites his lip and looks at you like a scolded child. You sighed as you went over to take his hands and kiss his bandaged knuckles. He was facing away and it seemed like he wasn't getting the message you're trying to get across. Then, you thought of an interesting way to do it.

"[Name], shit!"

Hirugami gritted his teeth as he observed you stroking his cock in front of his bedroom mirror. Everything happened so fast, one moment you were fervently kissing him and the next you were behind him giving him a handjob.

"I missed you, Sachiro"

You purred from behind as you gently pumped his cock. No matter how much he tried to resist, Hirugami couldn't peel his eyes away from the mirror. His pants were clumsily pulled down, sweat dripping down his neck, and his face completely flushed. He was so mesmerized with your hand stroking his length.

"I'm sorry for making you feel bad, baby"

"You deserve to be treated better because you're so sweet, nice, and handsome"

Hirugami's mouth falls open as a moan escapes his mouth. His eyes shut when the pleasure overtakes his body when you suddenly grab his chin.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror for me please?"

You requested and who was he to deny you? You jerked him off at a pleasurable pace as he watched himself melt in your presence.

"You're the best boyfriend in the world, Sachiro. I'm not letting you think otherwise"

"You're so hot, passionate about your job, and the best at making me cum every time we fuck"

Hirugami lets out a low groan when you reach for his sack as you start to massage it. Every thought of insecurity vanishes in his head as he focuses on you as you drive him lightheaded.

"[Name], fuck! I wanna cum!"

"Not until you tell me that you're the best boyfriend in the world"

When you begin to tease his slit with your fingers, he grabs your thigh and glares at you through the mirror. The feral look in his eye made him look so attractive. He looks at you dead in the eye through the mirror as you physically shiver.

"I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right you are, and don't you ever forget that"

With that, you viciously pumped his cock to the brink of orgasm. The pace was so overwhelming that Hirugami's eyes rolled back as the most earth-shattering orgasm hit him. He could've sworn he went to heaven and back. After his release, he sees through the mirror that his cum has stained his abdomen and your hand. His hair was a mess and he's covered in sweat all over.

"Feeling better now, Sachiro?"

"I am, thank you"

He smiles at you as you return the gesture. But then you begin to pull your shirt over your head as his eyes bulge out of their sockets, before he can say something, you possessively grab his shoulders.

"How about we make up for the time we lost, baby?"

— ♬ Miya Osamu

During the humble beginnings of his business at Onigiri Miya, you stumbled into Osamu Miya's life. Freshly graduated from college, you clumsily entered his shop hungry and prepared to devour anything available on the menu. You were done after a grueling job interview. Osamu was eager to feed you whatever was best on his menu.

"Oh my gosh, this is so delicious!"

You exclaimed as you pointed at the Onigiri he served to you, there was an adorable glimmer in your eyes that Osamu couldn't help but blush. He tries to cover it by tilting his hat downward to cover his face. Somehow you have successfully made his heart race by your smile alone. He learns how bright and friendly you were when you gave him your name, he eagerly spells out his. At that moment, he's convinced his life is about to take a drastic turn.

You visit Onigiri Miya daily, always talking to Osamu as you two gradually became close friends. He recently learned you got a job as PR in MSBY Black Jackals, and he freezes. There is no doubt that you have met his twin brother, Atsumu Miya. That bastard probably tried to flirt with you, maybe tease you or subtly make a suggestive remark. Osamu's chest grew tight.

Even if he and Atsumu shared the same face, people naturally flocked to his brother more. Despite his cocky attitude and unapologetic behavior, people overlooked the flaws Atsumu had because of his magnetic looks. After all, Atsumu genuinely makes an effort to look good. He learns how to bleach and properly style his hair, how to dress stylishly and make everyone swoon behind the cameras. Compared to all that, Osamu barely tried.

Osamu just pulls on whatever he finds in his wardrobe, no matter how horrible it looks. He only knows how to brush his hair (he stopped letting Atsumu dye his hair dark grey again). And he's awkward when there are cameras around. Osamu becomes convinced that he'll never have a shot with you.

"'Samu! Are you even listening?"

You placed your hands on your hips and raised a brow at him. Osamu snaps out of it and sends you a timid smile and a rub on the back of his neck. You huffed.

"Sorry, what did ya say, [Name]?"

"I said, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"What?"

Osamu's eyes grew wide and gazed at you with pure astonishment behind the counter. He points to himself as his jaw drops to the floor. You couldn't hold back a giggle.

"Ya want to go on a date? With me? Me?"

"Yes, you idiot"

"Holy shit"

Well, he wasn't expecting that. On that weekend, you and Osamu went all over the city, exploring and eating street food. You held his hand for the first time and he could've sworn his heart leaped out of his chest. He decided to grow some balls and ask you to be his. And your only response was a wide smile as you grabbed his cheeks to give him a long and sweet smooch on the lips.

"Oi, scrub! Ya got any beer here?"

Atsumu yelled inside the kitchen. Osamu was one step closer to horse kicking his brother in the face. You shook your head and went to tell Atsumu there were beers in the fridge. Tonight was supposed to be a date night but Atsumu decided to show up at his apartment unannounced and crash it. You seemed unbothered considering you deal with the blonde merely on a daily at your job, but Osamu was uncomfortable.

The three of you watched some Ghibli movies. You were wedged between the twins eating snacks and drinking beer. As the night went on, Osamu couldn't shake off the feeling that he was uninvited in his place. You were being loud with Atsumu, sharing jokes and trading insults. You were being too naturally close to his brother that it's making his body heavy.

"M'gonna go ta bed"

Osamu mumbled as the end credits played after the movie, you stopped talking with Atsumu and watched your boyfriend drag his feet to the bedroom. Osamu collapsed on his bed, burying his face against his pillow. He remembers the fight he had with Atsumu back in high school after he admitted that he was going to quit playing volleyball. Since then there has been a competition that who lives the happier life, and Osamu was beginning to think he was losing.

There was a knock on the door before you entered his bedroom, Osamu avoided your gaze and pretended that he had passed out. You poked his leg and called out for his name softly, enough to tug on his heartstrings. When he faces you, your features display worry.

"Are you okay?"

"M'fine, [Name]"

"Is it because of 'Tsumu?"

"No"

Osamu replied so quickly that it answered the lingering question in your head. You sighed as you tugged on his arm, pulling him upwards from the bed. You smiled as you fixed his messy hair, but he didn't meet your eyes.

"Are you jealous, 'Samu?"

"No"

His tone was sincere. You hummed as you went behind him to wrap your arms around him, Osamu gazed at you through his bedroom mirror placed in front of his bed. He sees the tender look you give him through the mirror that he caves in. He spills his rising insecurity and how he deeply compared himself to his twin brother. And you were baffled.

"Osamu you fucking idiot"

"Huh?"

"Do you think I'm gonna leave you for that pisshead setter?"

"I mean, he's better lookin'-"

"Don't tell me you're letting him win"

Osamu shuts his mouth, he remembers how he shared with you about his ongoing sibling competition with Atsumu. You shake your head as your hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it. Osamu gulps and stares at his unlocked bedroom door.

"Ugh, those two better not be fucking"

Atsumu mumbled as he played another movie on the TV. Meanwhile, Osamu was trying his hardest not to let an obscene moan leave his mouth as you jerked him from behind. He wouldn't dare let Atsumu hear what was going on inside the bedroom, and he wouldn't dare let his brother win the competition.

"Ah! Hmm, fuck [Name]"

"Osamu Miya, you fucking moron. Do you believe Atsumu is better than you?"

Osamu only answered through hushed and choked moans. You pumped his length faster, watching as precum leaked out of the slit. You pressed your lips against his ear.

"You're such a fantastic boyfriend. You're a hardworking business owner, you make the best damn onigiri, and you're so fucking hot. So, why the fuck are you comparing yourself to him?"

Your hands trailed to his ballsack to massage it and Osamu throws his head back, biting his lip to hold back a whine. You forced his head forward to the mirror.

"Eyes on the mirror, babe"

"Hnngh, [Name], please"

"I'm in love with you Osamu Miya, and you only. You better tattoo that shit to your brain, sweetheart"

"Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad [Name]!"

"Really? Are you done comparing yourself to Atsumu?"

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!"

"Good, go on, cum for me, Osamu"

You purred as you wrapped your delicate hands around his cock as you stroked him rapidly. Bringing him to his sweet release. There was no way his twin wouldn't have heard the moan he unleashed as he cums. His hips jerked forward as his seed stained his pants and your hand. His eyes roll back as he throws his head backward with his mouth ajar. All he could hear was the sound of his loud heartbeat. As he comes back to his senses, he sees you smiling at him through the mirror. He chuckles.

"Well aren't ya full of surprises"

You laugh. He turns to grab your cheek to lean down and tenderly kiss you. Osamu smiles like he has won the lottery, no, even better. He has someone who loves him for who he is.

"Thank you, [Name]"

"You're welcome, baby"

Osamu couldn't fight back the smug look on his face as the two of you rejoined Atsumu in the living room. Atsumu gives him a narrowed look.

'What the fuck are ya smilin' for?'

'I win'

'The fuck?'

— ♬ Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi was comfortable on his own. He learned how to be independent and never relied on anyone constantly. For the most part, he's a natural introvert. He did have friends. Well, it's all thanks to his cousin Komori Motoya forcing him to socialize or his job as a professional athlete who needed to get along with his teammates. Sakusa thinks that having a few sets of friends he's good to go. Until you had to ruin everything.

You were the cheerful manager of the MSBY Black Jackals. Something about your warm and welcoming demeanor made Sakusa's nose scrunch. The way you smiled and talked with everyone like you had known them for years, it was uncomfortable for him to watch. However, you didn't force any conversation with him. You only greeted him and smiled. Yeah, he appreciated that but he's still cautious about you.

Over time, Sakusa learns there's a certain depth to you. That you weren't just all smiles and laughter. You're a professional human being with an emotional intelligence beyond him. You're incredibly sympathetic and intelligent and he's impressed. You're observant of people's perceptions of others and emotions. No wonder, you didn't force yourself to him.

You gave him space and respected his excessive cleanliness. Sakusa decides you're good in his book. What changed everything was when he was unexpectedly stuck in a crowd. It was absolute hell, he got lost navigating the team during an event. On the brink of an anxiety attack, you showed up.

"Sakusa-senshu!"

You called out, concerned at the way he was hunched forward seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness. Sakusa can feel your pinkie finger linking with his, he regains his focus. He looks at you as you lead him out of the crowd by his pinkie finger only. Perhaps out of respect because he doesn't like anyone touching him.

"Are you okay, Sakusa-senshu?"

"Yes, thank you [Name]"

When you smiled at him, his chest grew tight. It felt different. It was as if his world grew clearer and he could suddenly breathe perfectly. On the way to meet up with the team, he grabs your shoulder.

"Kiyoomi"

"Hm?"

"Call me Kiyoomi"

The moment you earned the permission to call him by his first name, your relationship with him changed. The two of you grew closer in such a short amount of time. The team was calling the spiker out for favoritism because Sakusa treats you kinder compared to them. He talks to you the most during breaks, he shares snacks and hand sanitizers, and it went as far as letting you high-five him after a game in which everyone was enraged.

Sakusa had never met someone who had made him smile so hard that his cheeks hurt, someone who knew what made him laugh until there were tears in his eyes, and someone he wouldn't mind breaking his own rules for. Whenever he looks at you, Sakusa finds it hard to look away. And before he realizes, he's falling for you.

And he's fucking petrified. Sakusa wasn't entirely smart when it came to romance, he never planned to fall in love with you. So, he bottles it up inside of him for years and it becomes unbearable. He figured you weren't ready to have a relationship let alone with him. And that you wouldn't want him to be your boyfriend. He's strict, a jerk, and a clean freak. Aside from his handsome looks and his amazing athletic abilities, Sakusa wasn't interesting.

However, unexpectedly, when he learns you're about to quit being the manager of the team to pursue another career, Sakusa panics and spills his feelings for you. He tells you he's been in love with you for ages. He doesn't want to see you leave without telling you how he feels. Shockingly, you laughed and smiled at him as you told him that the feelings were mutual. At that moment, Sakusa was convinced he had found true happiness.

The two of you dated and became official for six months. There were ups and downs in the relationship but it worked. Sakusa learned how to balance his growing volleyball career with his time with you. And you were happy with your newly chosen career and without failing to make Sakusa fall for you even more.

Tonight, the team invited Sakusa and you to a local club to celebrate the recent win against the SCHWEDEIN Adlers. Sakusa was about to quickly decline until you immediately agreed. So, here he is, alone by the bartender, nursing his cup of alcohol while he watches you dance with his friends. He could join you if he didn't detest crowds and dancing.

You were in your element, having fun with Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu. The four of you were stuck in your own world lost in the music. Something foreign bloomed in Sakusa's chest. It squeezed his heart and yanked it violently. He shakily finishes his drink as he frowns and watches you forget about his existence on the dancefloor.

Sakusa imagined if he was more likable, he'd join you and the guys on the dancefloor. If he wasn't a fucking coward, he'd grab you and spin you around to the music. If he wasn't boring, he'd give you the time of your life partying in the club. Sakusa sniffs as he finds himself exiting the club and driving home, lost in his sea of insecure thoughts.

When he arrived home, he received multiple text messages and missed calls from you. God, he's such a fucking dick for leaving you there at the club. He calls to tell you he's sorry and that he's back home. You later arrived at his apartment and saw him slouching on his bed, frowning. You were sweaty and fresh out of the club but he lets you embrace him.

"Sorry, I felt...overwhelmed"

"It's okay Ki, I just got worried. Let's just stay here, I'll tell the guys we went home"

"You...you should head back to the club"

"What? Why?"

"You were enjoying yourself out there with them and I just...ruined it"

Sakusa looks away. You sighed as you grabbed his chin to gently peck him on the lips.

"No, you didn't ruin anything. I would ditch them in a heartbeat if you said you wanted to go home, y'know"

"[Name]..."

"Kiyoomi, you matter more to me than anything else, okay?"

"I just can't help but wish I was more...fun for you"

"What do you mean, Ki?"

Sakusa shrugs and you frown. You settled from behind him to give him a tight hug. He sees you do so in front of his large bedroom mirror.

"If only I didn't hate crowds or physical touch, I would've danced with you at the club"

"Ki, you know I don't mind that, right?"

"Maybe if I wasn't so...boring you would've been happier"

He mumbled, and you huffed. You didn't like how Sakusa was putting himself down because it was so unlike him. The Sakusa you knew was confident and had no ounce of self-doubt. If only you could prove to him he's so much more than that.

"Uh, why are you smirking at me like that, [Name]?"

Sakusa never predicted this circumstance at all. His pants pulled down to his thighs, his cock out and your pretty hand stroking his length. Sakusa watched with lidded eyes and low moans as you give him an erotic handjob from behind. He grips your thighs as he feels his heart bang against his ribcage.

"Oh fuck, [Name]!"

"You like that, pretty boy?"

You grin devilishly at him through the mirror and he just grows even harder. The way you pumped his cock makes his head spin deliriously.

"Look at you, Ki. You're so pretty and hot moaning like that"

"[Name] please"

He whimpers and it encourages you to jerk him off faster. Sakusa goes briefly crossed-eyed as he watches the pornographic scene in the mirror.

"You're the most kindest and amazing boyfriend in the world, Kiyoomi"

You told him softly. He groans when your hands reach to cup his balls, he can feel drool leaving the corner of his mouth.

"You're so good at volleyball and cleaning, plus you know how to cook! Oh, I just can't wait to marry you soon"

"You-oh fuck!-mean that?"

"Yes, darling. You're not boring, not to me, never"

"I-ah!-I'm glad"

You smile sweetly at him as you return to pumping his cock faster. Sakusa's breath hitched he released a loud moan. With your free hand, you grab his chin to make him watch himself fall apart right in front of the mirror. You bite his earlobe.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty boy?"

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!"

"Go ahead. Cum for me Kiyoomi"

As your words echoed inside his head, Sakusa hit his orgasm like no other. It felt as though his soul left his body as he shot his load all over your hand. His head was thrown back with his jaw slack. As he slowly descends back to his body, he feels the sweat all over his skin and his cock softening. You kiss him on the cheek and fix his curls out of his eyes.

"How are you feeling, Kiyoomi?"

"Fucking great"

You smile cheekily at him but he only gazes at you breathlessly with lidded eyes. He slowly turns to directly stare at you, he couldn't be more in love with you, he swears.

"Ki? Why are you staring at me like that-oh shit! Wait! Stop, you're going to tear my clothes!!!"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #tendou x reader #hirugami x reader #osamu x reader #sakusa x reader

[romeavecryst]

Hope your still mine ˖ ࣪⊹

Various! x Fem!reader

Inspired by Pretty little birds by Sza

˖ ࣪⊹ he sat In front of his desk doing his assignment his focus on them as you watched from the other side. It was weird the feeling that you’ll both be graduating soon. That you won’t see each other every day because of school, the sickening feeling of being accepted into different universities. Having to possibly work long-distance relationships.

The nightmare of breaking up because of that, living far away and not being able to work a relationship, the fights, the stress. That you wouldn’t be with him for the rest of your life that all of the talk of having a future might have just been talk… “I can feel you staring..”

You didn’t say anything just watched him you could feel your self starting to cry. All of it being so overwhelming, that maybe just maybe he won’t be yours anymore, that all of the memories and moments you’ve created and shared we to be forgotten. That he’d give up on you, that your ‘difficult’ nature would get rid of him even after all this time. That he’d get tired of you.

His eyes finally left if paper meeting your teary eyes, his brows frowning “love what’s wrong?” He asked his hand coming to cup your face whipping away stray tears that slipped down your face. “Common talk to be baby..”

“Please don’t give up on me..” you sobbed, “please..” his eyes filled with concern and he moved you close to him. “My love what makes you think that I’d give up on you, ever.” He asked his attention fully in you now.

You could only shake your head, nothing really just these intrusive thoughts that haunted you because you did want to be with anyone that he was the person you could only see yourself with ever. “I don’t know..” you muttered a frown plastered on your wet face.

“Hey, hey listen to me, just because we’re graduating doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave you. I dosent mean that if we go to different universities I’m not ever gonna take a train to come see you even if I’m traveling across the country. That I won’t call you every chance I get, hell I’d transfer schools if needed no matter how hard it is. No matter how angry we get at eachother I’d be right by your side once again. Because every day I wake up, every time I go to sleep I hope in the morning you’ll still be mine.” He spoke in full sincerity.

God his heart broke that you thought he’d ever give up on you because he may not be as open and giving to others but lord with you. With you it’s different his mindset is heart is so open, and he doesn’t want that with anyone else how could he? When you were right in front of him.

You were perfection no matter what. He pulled you ups to his lap your arms wrapping around his neck and his lips kissed your neck and shoulders softly. “I don’t want anyone but you.”

“I am yours, as you are mine. I plan on growing old with you I’m in it for the long run alright? Because I wanna be with you..” You nodded “I wanna be with you to..” you muttered lips meeting his the kiss filled with such love.

“I’ll find you no matter what.”

Tetesuro Kuroo, KENJI AKAASHI, WAKATOSHI USHIJUMA, Kiyoomi Sakusa, DAICHI SAWAMURA, Asahi Azumane, Toru Oikawa, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, Tobio Kageyama, KEI TSUKISHIMA, Takanobu Aone, Satori Tendo, + ur Fav!

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #hq x you #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq angst #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #hq tsukishima #daichi x reader #sawamura daichi #hq daichi #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #hq Asahi #tobio kageyama #tobio x reader #hq kageyama #kageyama tobio #akaashi x reader #oikawa x reader #aone x reader #tendou x reader #kageyama x reader

[gojosmovingcastle]

i wan't you (he's so heavy) - satosugu

(angst angst angst how I imagine if suguru talked to satoru on the 24th of December in their seventeenth year. hint of y/n if you squint but platonic. I just wanna hold them and protect them from the world.)

☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄

"I have become too comfortable with being alone." Suguru's words mixed with the warm air that left in the fog of the cold night.

"I was surrounding myself with people who made me feel horrible and I felt so broken and sick all the time. But, I couldn't stop...I don't know why, I would just keep calling them and going to bars with them after missions, even though on the other side of the phone I was becoming physically sick every time I heard their voice." 

Suguru couldn't make eye contract with Satoru as he spoke, so instead he continued to look out onto the endless road of street lights and snow.

"Consciously I knew to leave, but I was so afraid to have no one. And that it was better to surround myself with people who disgusted me. Even though it's completely hypocritical, because when I needed someone they weren't the ones I wanted help from. When I needed someone I wanted to come home, to Y/n, Shoko, to Nanami...to you." Suguru's hands were ice cold from the left over snow in the gutter that he couldn't help but run his hands over - no matter how dirty it was, it was cleaner than the curses he had been swallowing.

"Which makes me think, I wasn't even afraid of being alone...I was afraid of being comfortable with being alone, finding comfort in the loneliness and not letting anyone in ever again." Satoru's breath warped in the cold night, his usually bright eyes has deepened to a mournful blue.

"So when it happened," Suguru swallowed his pride as he looked to the dark sky, his eyes misting with painful memories.

"When I finally left on those missions alone, that is exactly what happened." All the air left Suguru's lungs, and his hands ran across the cold concrete, as if the hard icy path would sooth him.

"I became too comfortable with being alone. I stopped trusting people, I convinced myself that the world is full of horrible things. I created a fear inside of me for people, a fear that I never wanted to face or fix." Satoru looked to the only person he ever fully loved with knit eyebrows, and eyes full of pain and guilt. Pain Suguru went through this alone, guilt for not seeing it sooner.

But that was one thing about Suguru, he knew how to tie his theatre mask tighter than even the all known six-eye user himself.

"The funny part is, I didn't hate people at all." Suguru let out a bitter wet laugh.

"Every time I returned and saw the friends who did love me, I didn't feel lost, and I forgot about the comfort of being alone. But, when it came to going back on missions that following day, I felt the burden of my thoughts. And I couldn't tell those I love," Suguru fought the urge to look into Satori's eyes.

"And I couldn't let the ones the ones who loved me know about that." His hands clenched into fist. scrapping across the ledge of the curb.

"Not because I didn't trust them, they were the only ones left I trusted. Instead it was because I didn't want it to be fixed." 

Suguru faced his lap again, all the guilt of running away eating at him.

"I felt comfort in my sadness, in my loneliness of times someone finally understood me. I understood me, and no one could love me the way I was trying so damn hard to love myself." The fog around his dry and frost bitten lips grew with his heavy breaths, and any tear that had slipped had already dried and crystalized on his face.

"I never expected someone like you," Suguru's eyes finally landed on Satoru, but still not meeting his eyes, just his figure. "I was terrified of someone like you."

Satoru's breath caught in his throat as he was faced with the truth.

"Someone who broke through that loneliness that I had finally accepted. Someone who so easily said they cared and wanted to protect me. Someone I wanted to break down the walls for."

Suguru paused as his eyes finally came into focus with Satoru's features, with his burning stare. The fire in his eyes so hot they settles into blue flames.

"The indestructible walls that have lasted through every war around me...and within me." Suguru could feel the knot in his throat tighten as he held Satoru's gaze.

"I have no idea how to let you in..." The words sounded like an apology as they left Suguru's lips.

One he wanted to say but didn't know how. A yearning for Satoru to understand was whining at the back of his throat. "I don't know how to love you healthily."

"I want to give you all the love you deserve. I want to love you full and be able to fight about who didn't take out the trash, but I can't." His cracked lips shake as Suguru finally see Satoru's pained eyes through the mist. "My mind doesn't know how to love normally."

"Then love me abnormally." Satoru's eyes blinked slowly in his lover's direction. "Learn with me. Love me, hate me, yell at me, just promise to learn with me." His soft words of reassurance mixed with Suguru's pain in the thick cold.

"I would give up everything to learn how to love you the way you deserve to be loved." Suguru choked out, swallowing the yearning back to his stomach.

"I don't want you to give up anything," The black hair sorcerer felt the frosted haired mans cold finger tips graze his wrist as his hand settled next to mine. "I will probably love you just as bad." Satoru's usually bright laugh was airy to break the tension in his throat.

"I already do love you so very, very, unhealthily." Satoru had the softest smile settle on his chapped lips. "But, I also want to love you the way you deserve. I want to give you the love I have mistakenly neglected giving you for so long." Satoru tsk'd his own actions, biting his paled lips.

Reaching out, SAtoru finally laced his hand with the one he held so dearly, even if he didn't know how to show it. "So, we can learn together. We can create boundaries we've never put in place, we can create safe spaces we never thought we could experience - together we can love each other unconventionally." 

"I have lost everyone I ever loved, and I am not adding you to that list." Satoru said with a huff, causing the bitter air cloud to ward close to Suguru. Blue bright eyes held dark brown with a determination for love that neither never thought they would ever get to experience.

"Forgive how you may have loved in the past, forgive what it led to. I am here telling you thats it's ok to learn to love with me." Satoru pulled his lover to his chest. Holding him under the new snowfall and dull street lamp.

Satoru almost whispered, his lips grazing the dark hair that now pooled his collarbone. "The more you run and hide from this, from us, you will make it harder to learn in the future. And even if it's not with me, I want you to be able to love again someday."

#satosugu angst #satosugu #stsg #suguru geto #geto suguru #satoru suguru #satoru x suguru #satoru gojo x suguru geto #sgst #sugusato #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #suguru geto angst #satoru gojo angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst

[yanderecrazysie]

Requested on my Wattpad. 

It’s pretty short but I wasn’t sure what else to write.

Title: Ache

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, suggestive themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader

Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.

Part 2: here

ache

/verb/

feel an intense desire for:

Tendou had always had big dreams. 

When he became a chocolatier, he dreamed of obtaining Willy Wonka levels of fame. He wanted to create candies that were like no other. He made everything from chocolate that melted in your mouth to bars with a satisfying crunch to them.

For now, he ran a fairly large store, one that he was proud of, although he wished to one day create a chain. He had a variety of loyal customers- ones that came in often to purchase either a new chocolate each time or the same ones.

Among those loyal customers was you.

You were bright eyed and craving chocolate when you came into his store for the first time. He remembers it like it was yesterday, although it’d been well over a year by now. You had picked out three different bars: a milk chocolate that stayed warm without melting, a dark chocolate that wasn’t too bitter, and a white chocolate that was the perfect mix of crunchy and soft. You’d fallen in love with the flavors right away, eating them in the store in front of him. He’d felt a tug in his pants immediately when you tilted your head back and let out a little noise of satisfaction.

It made his mind wander to other situations where you might make that same noise.

Your body was so cute with a round tummy from eating sweets so often. He thought it was adorable and wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and feel you pressed up against him or squeeze your soft hips in his large hands.

He had spent a week praying that you’d come back into his store. His prayers were answered when you walked back in, buying three more chocolates. (This time it was a coffee flavor, mint chocolate, and little balls of milk chocolate.)

He remembered your every order, always excited to see what you’d choose next. He found himself nearly rushing his new creations, just in case you ran out of new flavors to try. You had your favorites that you returned to sometimes, like the hot chocolate bar on cold winter nights, but you really loved to try new things.

He loved to strike up a conversation with you when it wasn’t too busy. He was outgoing and confident, but you managed to make him feel small and shy. His throat would run dry every time he talked to you.

You were an enigma to him, something that he wished to know everything about. His conversations with you could only tell him so much. He wanted to follow you home, find out what kind of things you liked to buy other than chocolate, but he didn’t close the store until nighttime- well after you’d already left.

It was late at night when he’d really think about you. On the days you didn’t come into the store, he missed you dearly. On the days you did, he’d let his hand wander under his pants as he pictured you licking the chocolate from your plush lips as you ate in front of him, like always.

It took a while for Tendou to realize he was in love with you, so much so that it hurt. His heart, his soul, his mind, and his body all ached for you. It was painful not to see you, to be with you.

It took every ounce of courage to invite you to tour his factory. He was too scared to call it a date. He worked tirelessly to create the perfect chocolates for you to try.

His favorite would put you right to sleep.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere tendou #tendou satori

[shibaraki]

TU ME RENDS HEUREUX ┊ TENDO SATORI

tags: GN reader, bilingual timeskip tendou, childhood friends to lovers (ambiguous — this can be read as pre-established or a QPR), reunions, lots of fluff and some french cursing lol

wc: 1.5k

Satori punctates every wide step he takes with a melodic hum. He sways as he goes, always just slightly ahead of you, so he can spin on his heel and stumble backward as he talks. The canopies above have shed their coats, yellowing leaves spilling out onto the pavement. He changes his path for the simple goal of stomping on the crunchiest ones.

“C’mon, hurry it up,” he drawls, all while still maintaining your pace. “Slowpoke”.

A soft smile is tucked secretly behind your knitted scarf. You’d expected France to have changed Satori, if only a little. Twelve months in a new country would reshape anyone — and you cannot deny that he has grown into himself; shorn some of his youth but none of his vibrancy. His hair, too, has been shaved into a buzz cut.

He had arrived home this morning bearing new stories and tacky little gifts. Satori liked ugly things. You had clipped the gaudy chef's hat keyring onto your house key unprompted, soaking up his wide grin. Sharp features softened by the dewy afternoon sun, you seek to refamiliarise yourself with him and find that while he did grow into himself, he did not outgrow himself.

At the end of it all, he is still your Tendou.

“What’s the rush for?” you reply, side stepping to bump against his shoulder, “We’ve got the whole week”.

His cheeks puff slightly, his expression petulant. “Only a week,” he stresses, scuffing the heel of his shoe and sagging his weight against you. Your hands brush, his fingers lithe and cold in the autumn air. For a brief moment they curl outwards as if to reach for your own, only to retract with the returning distance. You notice how he restrains a smirk, “Are you trying to hold my hand right now?”

“Shut up,” you huff, burrowing further into your coat for fear of what he’ll see in your answer.

A malignant nostalgia pulses in your chest when you look at him. His eyes have always been so bright and inquisitive, wide, as if seeing something you couldn’t. Just as he cannot sit still, his gaze continuously scans his surroundings as they change, never wanting to miss a thing. While it unsettled your classmates and frustrated your teachers when you were children, you’d been drawn to his peculiar nature. He led you to a window of the world that you’d never thought to look through.

Your shared destination is near. Beyond your childhood homes, following the winding streets to an old, off beaten path, is a large maple tree. Blooms of red. Memories are embedded here, just like concentric rings within the trunk. This is the heart of it all, a returning point for the two of you. Now that you’re older, it seems so much smaller than you remembered it to be.

Through the fog of your thoughts, you tell him, “I really have missed you, y’know?”

“Oh?” Satori croons, delighted by the confession. “I knew it. You only ever kept a freak like me around for entertainment”.

“My own personal jester,” you roll your eyes amusedly, shivering against the tepid breeze as it creeps through the gaps in your sleeves. “Didn’t you get bored without me?”

He hums playfully, pinching his thumb and forefinger to his lips, turning to signal that they’re locked. You pout, and he dodges the halfhearted smack sent his way.

Closer now, the two of you are careful to avoid the overgrown roots where they burst from the ground. You can feel the warmth of his arm where it waits precariously by the small of your back, in case you might trip.

You come to a stop at the foot of the maple tree, where her bole has spread and warped to create a small depression in the trunk. “Ah. There it is,” he says, surrendering to his urges and poking along your spine. “Our demonic little cradle”.

Then he comes to settle behind you, wandering hand slipping to your waist as he lowers his chin to rest on your shoulder. Satori has always been physically affectionate, and you should think nothing of it; still the beat of your heart is always much louder in your ears when he touches you, and you find yourself instinctively relaxing.

Recalling the beginning, you exhale a faint laugh and sink into him, pressed to his chest. When you were much younger, the older children would tease him. They spread a rumour one summer that ‘Tendou the Youkai’ had been born from this very accursed tree, and being so closely associated with him, sometimes they would say the same about you.

“I remember… We even fell asleep here once. Had the whole neighbourhood looking for us,” you mumble, wondering what expression he’s making at the unearthed memory, as you often did in his absence.

Tilting to take a look, Satori naturally turns with you until your noses touch. He blinks, seemingly unaffected and comfortable sharing air, while your thoughts rush to remind you that his mouth is wind bitten, pink and dangerously close to your own.

“Tu m'as tellement manqué,” he quietly chimes, lightly knocking your foreheads together. The enunciation doesn’t quite fit, like the words are swollen on his tongue, yet they fall naturally from his lips as if he has practised them a thousand times before.

“What does that mean again?”

Your voice sounds terribly weak. His eyes lower, half lidded and heavy with amusement. Rather than moving away, you remain curled into one another, the weight of his limbs keeping your seams together. “Wow,” Satori drawls, his large squeezing at your waist. “Your beloved best friend moves to Paris and you don’t bother to learn French? For shame! Atleast Wakatoshi-kun made an effort”.

Heat rushes to the surface of your skin, emphasising the chill as it bites your cheeks, “Toshi-kun does not know French! You taught him how to ask where the toilet is!”

He nods sagely, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, “It’s an important thing to know”.

“And I do know a little French, connard,” you continue childishly, defiantly lifting your chin. “...Va te faire voir”.

He begins to laugh in synchrony with the wind as it dances through the crown of the maple tree. The sound is spirited, loud and unabashed, just like him. Contagious, too. The branches sway and he comically bends, pulling you along with him. Clinging on to him for balance, he swaddles you in a tight hug, and in that ephemeral moment the rest of the world falls away.

Your entwined laughter eventually tapers, and Satori exhales dramatically as he nuzzles into your hair, buzz cut prickling skin. “And who taught you those terrible, terrible words, I wonder?” and your chest tightens at the unexpected warm sensation pressed to your temple. Fleeting, a feather light kiss. “C’mon. We came here for a reason! No more dawdling”.

Satori untangles himself and ambles forward. Either side of his head, the tips of his ears have turned pink. Lowering onto his haunches, you watch him attempt to fit in the tree’s cradle. There is a spot beside him for you, in the crook behind his ridiculously long legs.

It isn’t often that he has to look up at you. He pats the earth with an assured smile, squinting against the sun, before sliding a manga volume out of his coat's hidden inner pocket.

You join him and fill the space left. The breeze picks up ever so slightly and he reflexively lifts his arm, inviting you onto his chest. “Buzz in and let me know when to turn the page,” he instructs.

Somewhere in your old album, there is a photograph exactly like this. Two peculiar children huddled together in their favourite spot, happily over their favourite book. All you needed back then was each other.

“Satori?”

He hums, gaze still raptly gliding along the panels. “Eh? Read this bit already?”

“No,” you reply, reaching to fiddle with his coat buttons. “I just wanted to tell you another phrase I learnt for you in French before you got distracted”.

“Hm?” The manga volume closes around his thumb, keeping the page as he gives you his full attention. “Just for me? Do tell,” he needled, a gleam in his eyes.

You swallow against the swell in your throat and look up at him, “Tu…? Tu me rends heureux. Is that right?”

Satori’s face visibly opens, the mirth slowly slipping away. Lips parted and eyes wide, your heart breaks at the pure expression of wonderment. “Yeah,” he exhales and you hear the shake in it. Blinking away the haze, his arm tightens around your waist and he dips to press his nose against your cheek.

“You make me happy too”.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #satoriiii I love you but u were a challenge #sorry if this sucks I literally wrote it on new meds my brain is FRAZZLED T—T #q’d

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Tendou x Fem Reader (Requested)

Prompt 10 with Tendou: Stop stealing my clothes.

No.

This is officially my most popular prompt, and I have no problem with that.

Dangerous levels of fluff on this one guys. Run if you don't want cavities

If someone had told Tendou that his life would become this combination of cliches, he'd have had a big ol' laugh, and carried on anyway.

He's never been considered much of a catch in life, Shiratorizawa was the first place he really belonged, but with a nickname like "the guess monster", he's remained unapproachable, even to his teammates. Ushijima's the only one who really didn't give a crap until he met (Y/N) in the second year.

She's not exactly of imposing stature, but will happily blend into a crowd if she wants to, which is probably how she avoided Tendou's notice for so long. That changed the day the team was out doing roadwork, and he ran clean into her while goofing around with Eita.

So much smaller than him, she damn near went flying before swiftly getting her feet back under her and pulling a face at him.

'Try lookin' down at us little people every once in a while, would ya?!'

Those may as well have been his soulmate's first words, because he could do nothing but stare, gape even, at this little firecracker, unintimidated by his size or his reputation, holding her ground as was her right.

He's hooked on her from that moment on.

If he's not with Ushijima, he's trailing (Y/N) through her classes, carrying her books for her, hanging off every word she graces him with. Slowly, their conversations grow less and less one-sided as she lets go of her shyer inhibitions and smiles at him like she could light the world.

It took him all of a month to start jokingly asking her out. Picking up on his humour, (Y/N) turned him down equally jokingly.

Their theatrics became well known by the team, shameless flirting resulted in overdramatic gagging noises to blushing first years. It isn't until the others start taking it as free reign to flirt with you too that Tendou stops meaning it as a joke.

He never meant for it to be anything but a Tendou and (Y/N) thing, he's so crestfallen that he doesn't notice her awkwardly dodging the others and practically scurrying back to him.

It's (Y/N) who has to take the flirting from playful to straightforward.

'Hey Tendou, you're taking me to lunch on Saturday.'

'Say wha-?' He damn near joked on rice, hurriedly clearing his throat. 'Is this a team thing or…?'

Rolling those beautiful eyes of hers, she pointed her chopsticks accusingly at him. 'That's a (Y/N) asking an idiot on a date thing. You're the idiot.'

Tendou blinked, it took him all of a moment before breaking out into a massive grin. 'Adjustment to plans: I am making you lunch on Saturday. Deal?'

'Deal.'

Less than a year later, he's met with yet another cliché temptation: his girlfriend being swallowed up by his clothes.

He'd jokingly throw his jacket over her head on his way past her for practice and pretend he wasn't delighted when she'd slip herself smugly into it. He'll catch her burying her nose in the collar and know she's smiling just from the smell of him.

Little did he know, he'd created a monster.

Six years later…

'Honey, I'm home!' Satori calls, theatrically sweeping his arm out as he chucks his keys onto the hallway table, grinning as he pops them clean in the bowl placed there for them. 'Hey, lil' lady, don't think you're getting away from giving me my welcome home hug!'

A small, humanoid figure, draped in a rather oversized salmon-pink hoodie appeared from the bedroom and padded speedily down the hall into his arms.

As per ritual, he swoops her up, she wraps her legs around his waist, and giggles as she boops her nose to his playfully.

'Ma cheri, I seem to remember this being in my dresser this morning.' Long fingers toyed with the hoodie strings on their way to cupping her chin, lifting gently. 'Stop stealing my clothes.'

(Y/N) smirked like the little minx he knew her to be, pulling a baby voice as she declared firmly. 'No.'

'Oh ho! Is that a challenge I hear, pretty?'

(Y/N) giggled. 'They smell like you! And I got lonely!'

'You've only been home for three hours, baby.'

'And?'

Tendou laughed and launched a kiss attack, peppering little pecks all over her cheeks and face, loving the way her giggles make his heart sing. He leans into her warmth, greedily stealing more and more as she fills the gaps within him he didn't know were there.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x fem reader #shiratorizawa #haikyuu #satori tendou #tendou satori x reader #teeth rotting fluff #so much fluff #also on ao3 #m4f

[occasionaltouhou]

There is teeechnically some evidence for Yukarintervention tegarding Koishi. Many of Koishi's spellcards are named after certain Freudian concepts, referencing "Id", "Superego", and *Rorschach's Ink Blot Test". All of these are specific to the outside world, especially the last one. This implies that Koishi somehow gained knowledge of those outside world concepts that may be due to Yukarintervention.

Most likely, she recieved this information from Satori, who reads many books (especially mysteries) and is therefore most likely to come across specific outside world psychological terminology. Chireisen seems to be far from the supposedly-metaphysical Hakurei border - which is to say, despite the Hakurei border not necessarily having a location, things seem to never phase from said border into locations such as Former Hell. Couldn't tell you why right now, but that means any outside world information is probably from someone outside of Chireiden, as well as Former Hell as a whole; i.e. Satori recieved a book from someone far from Hell, somehow.

Since Koishi's spellcards were created BEFORE Akyuu starting writing mystery novels (I think, this sentence might be lie), it is unlikely that akyuu is the next upstream source of outside world knowledge. Similarly, Sumireko was not present yet, probably. Therefore, I believe the next culprit is Rinnosuke. It also makes sense, as Satori would not want to enter the human village (FDS gives support to this, even if it is a bit late and arguably retcon-ny). There is a decent chance that a book referencing these psychological concepts was recieved from Yukari at some point. There is also a chance he just found it, as that can happen. Since Yukari helped make the border, its accidental slip-ups can also partially be blamed on her.

There is another option, which is that Yukari herself supplies Satori books, to decrease potential interactions (it is known that Yukari detests the satori species). By simply dropping off books regularly, she can avoid Satori wandering around and bugging Yukari for books. Furthermore, if she thought that somehow the psychological terminology would influence Koishi's decision to sever her eye, that reduces the number of satori for Yukarin to deal with, which could be a benefit.

Long story short, there is arguably some merit to what I said, and I totally did not come up with this explanation just now, ehehe.

I do understand where you're coming from but I feel like it ignores the fact that there's a bookstore in the village which sells books from the outside world, and which koishi is often seen in. she could easily have just picked up a book on psychology (Freud having entered fantasy on account of being bullshit) and decided in her whimsical way to theme herself after them. koishi is fully capable of making decisions and retaining information, after all.

laying it out to be a scheme feels like it assigns yukari with a level of hostility towards someone where the total extent of her previous shown hostility is just reminding reimu that her job is youkai extermination; and as far as satori wandering around (something she wouldn't be doing anyway, she has a Job), well, we've already seen she tends to use Orin for surface world chores

#again. it's an interesting idea with some potential drama but unfortunately I just don't buy it

[talesofsonicasura]

Ash Soul AU

An AU thought that came to me yesterday while suffering from a minor head cold. (I'm still sick btw but not woozy.) This involves Wild, Breath of the Wild Link but more on the angst side.

Before being taken to the Shrine of Resurrection, Link's body unluckily gets more exposed to Calamity Ganon's malice fueled flames. The dark energy of the blight had become so thick that the shrine estimated it would take a millennia to purge. Yet, what if... such malice could be converted and weaponized?

Thus the machine did the unthinkable. It merged Wild's body with the malice burnt inside creating something new yet so heartbreaking. A living mass of emotionally charged energy. Form wise, I think something like the Auditor from Madness Combat.

Something that acts very similar to fire but isn't. I'll say that Wild's body is very odd since it can go from solid, semisolid, liquid and to even plasm via thought. Has a consistency akin to tar with an ink like texture.

Overall, Link had a lot of difficulty keeping himself together much less forming a humanoid form. You can say his body is similar to an amoeba. It can mold, stretch, and consume anything he envelopes. Wild can eat normal food but living creatures such as animals, plants and even other people will properly fuel him.

Cooking is more of a way to handle stress. His adventure is a lot more difficult as his inhuman nature will frighten someone. Wild can take on a human form however it's a bit hazardous. In order to do this, he steadily leeches the color of nearby life.

Preferable to do near very lively places as 15 minutes in disguise equals one Hylian. Just know that any creature that has all it's color drained from Wild is dead, their bodies being nothing more than stone statues.

Link absolutely loathes his new inhuman nature especially when he regains a memory. Only a small group of people know about his inhuman nature: Flora (Zelda), Purah, Symin, Kass, Impa, Riju, Teba, Sidon, and Yunobo. (Riju found out and told other three.) You can say they are part of the Protect Wild squad.

Link usually stays on Satori Mountain with the Blupees and Lord of the Mountain. The ambient magic keeps him fed whilst the residents provide him company. Wild's house in Hateno Village and the rundown house on the Great Plateau are for different uses.

Now his new form has some complications involving certain Sheikah Technology such as the Guardians, Divine Beasts and Shrines. By that I mean they... tend to glitch. Wild's body is malice converted into something else, mostly a particular emotion very close to it, Wrath.

Just like Malice, Wrath can be directed onto another. Sheikah Shrines will practically kick Link out if he doesn't complete the challenge in a set amount of time. The functions inside will act janky or flat out won't work.

Guardians are extremely hostile in a berserker manner around Wild. They will attack EVERYTHING the moment he is in either line of sight or 5 meters. Animals, the environment and even each other are fair game. Finally the worst of the worst, the Divine Beasts.

These four titans will go berserk the moment Wild inside. Seeing Purah is completely mandatory as the destruction from a rampaging Divine Beast is devastating. Each one will practically harm themselves just to eject Link.

Overall, his adventure is even more difficult than any other incarnation so far. It only gets worse once the Chain are sent to recruit him. Especially when they have Calamity (BoTW Hyrule Warriors version) with them.

Wild wants nothing to do with the group. Even more so with his successful counterpart and still Hylian counterpart. Something made more difficult as Calamity can pinpoint his location. Basically an unwanted game of Hide and Seek that leads to the unfortunate meeting.

It's only the possiblity of reclaiming his humanity does Wild end up with the Chain. Trust, boundaries, friendships, and viewpoints are gonna be challenged. Some will break. Whether Wild can heal from everything he's suffered depends on not just him but the people around him. Even a Phoenix needs help rising from the ashes.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule. Enjoy the song that give this AU it's title, Ash Soul by Cheshyre.

#au #ash soul au #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #loz #loz botw #loz link #legend of zelda #legend of zelda link #legend of zelda breath of the wild #lu wild #linked universe related #linked universe #Youtube

[klwl-truck]

Shiratorizawa as Demons from DemonSlayer (part 1)

This will have multiple parts because it is SO LONG HOLY SHIT. Uh- minor CW for general talk of death/gore/cannibalism etc, as well as some neglect and child abuse/trauma (this will likely apply for all the parts of this). Anyways- let's get on with it!

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Okay so- if Ushijima was a demon he would be TERRIFYING

He reminds me a lot of Kokushibo for some reason??

But anyways- he became a demon in the pursuit of power. He had been a powerful swordsman in the late sengoku period (he was not a demon slayer at the time).

During one of his training sessions he encountered Muzan, who told him that he could become even more powerful if he let Muzan help him.

Ushijima refused vehemently at first, but after losing several matches against another swordsman, he reluctantly agreed to let Muzan help him.

Let me be clear, he did not know that he was signing up to be a demon. He just thought that some sword master was letting him come over to train and drink wine with him.

Said wine had Muzan's blood in it (yeesh that's gross-)

Now that he's become a demon, let's talk Blood Demon Arts!

Ushijima's blood demon art is meant to create large and devastating blows (much like stone breathing or an earthquake).

He incorporates some of his sword styles (again not breathing styles) into his attacks. He uses his sword as a finishing blow, so it is usually at his side.

His blood demon art can manifest large predatory birds, which rip their victims to shreds (via their steel-like tallons or beaks). He prefers to manifest eagles, but he will choose other birds if needed.

The combination of all of these has rightfully earned him the title of Uppermoon 2.

His presence alone has killed several, and he refuses to eat humans that he has not fought himself.

He hates weakness above all else, and he also refuses to fight demon slayers that are below the Kinoto rank (he literally just asks them their ranking- like in the middle of battle lmao).

He prefers to keep to himself, and he stays in his room in the infinity castle training most of the time (when he isn't told to go on missions to fight demon slayers).

Some of the other Uppermoons will come and visit him (*cough* Tendou *cough*). He favors Tendou over the others, and he's not sorry about it.

I just realized- I never told y'all what he looked like!

After becoming a demon, not much changed. However, he did become A LOT taller. He stands at a whopping 8 feet tall now (which is roughly 2.44 meters tall)!

His hair is practically the same, save for the color being about two shades darker.

His eyes hold the engraving for Uppermoon 2, and the sclera of his eyes are a dark – almost black – shade of red.

The iris of his eyes are the same light green-gold as they are cannonically.

He wears traditional swordsman clothing typical of the sengoku period, with a beautiful combination of dark purples, rusts, and golds sewn together to create a mosaic of dragons, eagles, and tigers.

He holds his sword on his right side, but he rarely actually uses it.

All in all, he's a very beautiful, yet intimidating Uppermoon demon.

Sadly enough, after a long battle against two hashiras, he is beheaded.

They do end up keeping his robes though. (what? they're pretty asf)

Tendou Satori:

This man would also be scary as FUCK as a demon

His life as human had been pretty sad before (but that's not entirely why he became a demon, you'll see why soon).

He was born into a relatively poor family as an only child.

His parents held little to no care for him, so he spent his time at home alone most of the time. They didn't bother with most things that cost money, so he got no schooling (they used the money for themselves).

Because of this parental neglect (and the poor area that he lived in) he was filthy most of the time. He had to cut his own hair, make his own meals, and do most self-care for himself since his was around five years old.

Also as a result of this neglect and his lack of proper hygiene, other better-off children would make fun of him (my baby :()

It wasn't just verbal beat-downs, but physical beat-downs as well. He would come home covered in bruises, and sometimes even broken bones. And he usually had to care for his wounds himself.

Fast-forward a couple years, and he runs away from home. He hitch-hikes, becomes a stowaway a couple times, y'know the usual runaway stuff.

He finds himself at the "Bringers of Red Trails" cult (he has no idea that it's a cult at first, but he is suspicious).

He spends a couple years there, rises up the ranks with his humor and charm~

And at this point he's around 20 years old (this is about 50 years before the actual DS timeline, so he's a younger demon than Ushijima), and he's now the "right-hand man" to the cult-leader.

One thing led to another, and he decides to kill the old cult-leader and he takes his place.

So now he's the cult-leader, and he is BORED. wtf is he doing?? he just sits still all day on his little throne.

But he wants something EXCITING, he wants CHAOS

So he asks around, and he overhears some of the other people there talking about some demon guy named "Muzan Kibutsuji" (it's a cult of course they know SOMETHING about the demon king living next door)

At this point he's very interested, and he finds Muzan.

Muzan doesn't even need to coerce him or anything, Tendou's just like "gimme ur blood, I'm really fucking bored around here man"

Muzan’s just like, ”aight kid, whatever you want ig 🤷‍♂️“

Also, after he becomes a demon, he does not give a SHIT about Muzan. Sure, he follows his orders, but he doesn't worship the ground he walks on.

In some ways he hates him.

Let's talk Blood Demon Arts again >:)

His blood demon art is called "Ruby Gates" (ik Ushi doesn't have a name for his, I couldn't think of anything lmao, but y'all can tell me ur recs if you want!)

This art allows him to create Ruby sculptures of anything he wants, with two objects being the most common.

The first being the reason for his name-sake, and also his choice method of defense, he can create large Ruby hedges/pillars that he either uses to crush or block Demon Slayers.

The second being his own "Ruby Soldiers", most of them hold a striking resemblance to Ushijima... huh. They come in various sizes, some even as large as 12 feet tall.

He enjoys toying with Demon Slayers when fighting them. He’ll take their swords, dance with them, crack jokes, make fun of them, etc

He adores the chaos being a demon creates, and in most of his fights you will see him laughing and smiling the entire time.

He has INCREDIBLE intuition, and in most fights Demon Slayers can't even get within 14 feet of him. It's almost like he sees them coming before they even get there.

He hates all things boring and uneventful. His least favorite breathing style is water breathing, he thinks most water breath users have boring personalities

He's very similar to Douma in the sense that he wants to be friends with all the other Uppermoons (Tendou is ranked as Uppermoon 4). He's not very well liked by some of the other Uppermoons.

He prefers to cook the people he eats (that is such a weird thing to say wtf-), and he turns them into rather lavish meals for himself. He will offer them to Ushijima, despite him generally refusing.

Unlike many demons, he quite enjoys the smell of human food. He will eat it for his enjoyment.

Let's move on to what he looked like again, woo hoo!

Tendou is also very tall, and he stands at nearly the same height as Ushijima. Although he is only 7'11" (which is roughly 2.42 meters tall).

His hair is closely cropped to his head, like in the time-skip. And it is the same firetruck red as it always is.

His ears are pointed, and he had two large black horns protruding out of the sides of his head (they kinda look like bull horns??)

The skin on the tips of his ears, hands, and feet are tinted black and they gradually blend into his natural skin-tone. The sides of his face also are tinted black (think raccoon)

Speaking of skin-tone- mans is PALE. Like he was pale before but he's almost white as a sheet now.

He also has a long and thin tail, it's not really used for anything. It just is there to look cool.

His eyes hold the engraving for uppermoon 4. They're a significantly more vibrant red than when he was human, with small flecks of gold.

He LOVES jewelry (idk he just seemed like that kinda guy).

Everything is ruby or ruby encrusted. Ruby bracelets? check. Ruby encrusted/Ruby rings? check. RUBY EARRINGS?? check, check, and check.

He painted his nails a deep maroon color, and sharpened them to a point. He figured that, "hey, I'm already gonna kill people- why not make it look cool?"

He wears rather expensive clothing, except it's more like luxurious lounge wear.

All his clothing, accessories, etc are very colorful and vibrant (fitting for his chaotic lifestyle as a demon).

He smokes, so he uses one of those old-timey pipes (visual aid)

Anyways- he lasts a long while but he is ultimately killed by the water pillar using the fifth breathing form, blessed rain after the drought. This form is only used when a demon surrenders/bares their neck, so you can get what happens :(

– ❤︎︎ –

Whew, okay we're done! Hope you enjoyed what I thought of, ik it's a lot lmao. I hope to do more when I can think of stuff for (most) of the other team members!

(P.S. these posts will be under the tag "ShiratorizawaDSAU")

#ShiratorizawaDSAU #ushijima headcanons #ushijima hcs #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu!! #tendou headcanons #tendou hcs #tendou #tendou satori #ushiten #shiratorizawa

[kokorodachidanii]

Ten freshly-Gacha’d WOY OCs for Saturday

Pandora Pameron: Rilzdonite, age 12. Can use all kinds of forbidden magic with little consequences. Used one such spell to switch lives with the Queen of Rilzdon and even erase her from existence because she wanted to be Queen. The King suffered a fatal seizure not long after, and to this day some people still think Pan poisoned him (she didn’t). A few weeks after the King’s funeral, her crush, Lorgin Hensense, was wrongfully imprisoned for the murder of his mother, who just so happened to be the former royal advisor’s wife. And so, Pan joined forces with Harvax and Stok to clear Lorgin’s name, and rewarded them with personal bodyguards specially picked from the Rilzdonian Royal Guard. Still trying to convince H&S to be her trusty companions (read: loyal steed and court jester respectively).

Rhubarb: Ragdoll, age unknown. Was discovered by Wild Card at the bottom of a lake and brought back to the Insurgents’ place. Turned out to be sentient and tried to kill the Insurgents, but was stopped by WC just in time. Unfortunately however, they somehow survived their painful stint in the furnace and are now plotting their revenge. Rarely seen without a knife in hand.

DJ Halation: Human, age 24. Club Jubilee’s top-rated DJ.

Eiael Hensense: Rilzdonite, age 40. Was King Rilzdon’s advisor when he was still alive. Thinks Queen Pandora really did kill the King and challenged her to a duel. When he was inevitably defeated, he ended up murdering his own wife, Viela, and framing their 14-year-old son, Lorgin. Was exposed by Harvax, Stok, and Pandora, and was ultimately erased from existence.

Marina Sorano: Nekojin, age 16. Idol known as “Nya! Nya! Marinya!”. Her best friend is a black cat named Arlen.

Elise Heartwood: Human, age 18. Traveling saleswoman. Crafts all her wares from scratch, ranging from medicine to baked goods to dolls. A shy, sweet young lady who can be very self-conscious. Has the assistance of an invisible familiar named Esile. Besides said familiar, the Congenialites are her only real friends, and Oink even affectionately calls her “The Walking Blarpee’s”.

Orin Tomoe: Human, age 15. Owns a curry club on the outskirts of Okeydokia. 100% would date seven people simultaneously. To clarify, she’s crushing on Emperor Awesome, Ryder, Chad Starlight, Sourdough for some reason, Neckbeard, General Outrage, and Harvax-- all equally.

Shion Yorizuma: Monochronian, age 8. Shunned by her kind for dressing in vivid colors. Mistakenly believes she only has 17 days left to live. The gigantic slime is her pet. I’m not sure about that leaf.

Sayaka Yoshida: Human, age 15. A mutual friend of Ryder and Trudi Traveler. Can create infinite copies of herself at will. Has a satori yōkai (I think that’s what that thing is) named Satou who only gets along with Saya, Frederick, and Trudi.

Yukari Satsuki: Foquenian, age 23. Veterinarian. Selectively mute. One of Wild Card’s dozens of exes from before he and Clipper officially became boyfriends. (A-Team fans will get the reference.) Uses her blue staff to fly. Genuinely enjoys zapping people with her red staff.

#wander over yonder #oc #heck YEAH

[tribow]

Toyohime is married to Eirin's grandnephew, while Yorihime is married to their son. This is a divisive decision for ZUN to approve of. I myself am shocked from reading that. Which might explain why several incest touhou fanart is left unopposed. Oh boy this will not sit well with the west part within the Touhou fanbase when incest art is very common with the scarlet and satori sisters. I did not wish to comment on the rest of it for I fear I end up on the bad side of the west fanbase angry mob.

This sounds like you're connecting dots that aren't meant to be connected.

Lunarians are completely different from humans, I don't think ZUN wrote Eirin's family tree that way because he approves of incest. To me it reinforced the idea that she and the other lunarians are ancient and live quite different than society on Earth. They're alien.

ZUN doesn't oppose anything. He is allowing people to create derivative works of his own franchise and that does unfortunately include cringe. It doesn't mean he approves of it.

Yes, there's incest art, but that's not representative of the fanbase in the slightest.

#touhou #ask #also im mostly certain that in ancient japan times incest was a common thing and Eirin as well as other Lunarians are from that era #eirin yagokoro #watatsuki no toyohime #watatsuki no yorihime #the average touhou fan does not headcanon sisters having gay sex cmon now

[kilannad]

As the Stars Burn On Chapter 10

Ao3. Masterlist.

Fire of Shandora

Luffy cursed as Enel teleported away, barely into their fight. He’d been startled, for some reason, when Luffy had been unaffected by his lightning. Didn’t he know that wouldn’t work on rubber? Must be an idiot of some kind.

Still, now he needed to find him again. Damnit.

“Straw Hat!” Luffy turned at the call, finding none other than Aisa scrambling around the destroyed walls. Zoro’s fight must have been getting serious, because Luffy didn’t remember breaking most of those. Probably. “I can still hear Enel, so I’ll guide you to him.”

“Really? Great!” Luffy scooped Aisa up, settling her on his back so she could give directions. Like hell would he let the stupid lightning bastard get away.

☉

Lucy closed Sagittarius’s gate, cursing Mantra in her head. She hoped the stupid priest could hear it. She’d been warned that the priests could predict movements before they were made, but hadn’t truly realized how annoying it’d be in a fight. Her respect for Natsu defeating Cobra went up a little more.

Satori gave another stupid ‘ho ho!’ laugh that made her want to kill him. Lucy was burnt, bleeding, had flowers in her hair and was absolutely covered in fish guts. She had never quite hated anything as much as she hated these stupid ‘surprise cloud balls’ that were absolutely filling the air or the ridiculous ball man that controlled them. 

“You know,” Satori said idly, jumping his way cheerily from one floating ball to the next, occasionally doing a pirouette that sent it spinning in her direction. She ducked one, only for a few birds to pop out and sing a little song. In her distraction, another floated too close before it burst into a hundred tiny glass shards. She gasped in pain, lunging backward. She overbalanced, but used her whip to catch herself on a vine and swing herself to another perch. “Your ability is truly fascinating. How is it you can summon servants to fight for you?”

She snarled, rage rising so quickly it left her dizzy. “They are not servants. They’re my friends and partners.” Lucy did a mental scan of her magic--she’d only used Sagittarius so far, and not for long, so she was doing well. Maybe it was time to take out the big guns. She found the Key she wanted easily, slashing it through the air. “Open, Gate of the Horse! Mă!”

In a clatter of hooves and golden light, she appeared with a war cry. Quick as a mustang, Mă grabbed Lucy’s arm and swung her onto her back, just in time to avoid an absolute barrage of clouds. Mă jumped off the branch, teleporting as they crested and appearing on another huge branch. Lucy gasped at the suck in her magic, but was glad for it when the mess of clouds exploded with a rain of rocks. 

“And they have different abilities too,” Satori exclaimed. “How exciting! What a pity that God is not taking new followers.”

“I would never follow someone like him,” Lucy snapped. She patted Mă’s shoulder. “Thanks for the save.”

“Sure thing! I take it we’re kicking Ball McGee in the ass?”

“Yeah.” Lucy eyed him as he began sending another wave of clouds at them. Mă’s ability was teleportation in essence--Lucy doubted she could use any of the more advanced abilities with her power level. That was alright. Teleportation was all they would need. “And I know how we’re going to do it. Think you can lend me your power?”

With a bright, sparkling laugh, Mă pulled her scimitars out, snapping them together at the hilt so they created one double bladed weapon. “Always, Lady Lucy.”

☉

Laxus dodged another piercing attack, bringing his leg up in a high kick. The lightning attack hit the damn bird--Laxus thought it might be a huge vulture of some kind--sending it squawking. Before he could press the advantage, Laxus found himself once again stuck. 

He snarled, sparking lightning all across his body. Sadly, the nature of cloud string was that it was still made out of cloud, and therefore absorbed lightning. His power lit the jungle spanning web up, and even burned away some of the thinning strands, but he was back to where he’d started; stuck. 

Shura got control of his mount and swept up, but Laxus avoided him and the string trap as he’d been doing--by teleporting away. It was a stop gap measure, since Shura was staying firmly in the mess of webs which he was avoiding in a manner that could only be described as somehow. Laxus needed to defeat Shura, and to do that he had to get close, since the bastard was far too good at dodging his ranged attacks. He had a nasty suspicion that Shura and the other priests had experience dodging angry lightning users. The fact that he could predict movements didn’t fucking help.

Laxus wasn’t running low on magic yet, but that didn’t mean much; battles of attrition were always full of nasty turns. He’d just have to end this, once and for all.

☉

Luffy cursed as he fell off of Enel’s flying ship. He wasn’t entirely sure where the thing came from, only that Aisa had pointed to it as it rose out of a hill and said that was where Enel was. Now, after another brief exchange where Luffy had discovered that melting gold hurt, he had a giant ball of gold attached to his arm and dragging him down. At least Nami would be happy that he found the gold. 

The black clouds puffing out of the golden ship did not inspire confidence though.

☉

Lucy whipped another cloud ball towards Satori, watching as it ricocheted off of the one he sent and quickly dissolved into a mess. The priest, significantly more disheveled than a few minutes ago, cursed as he was forced to dodge. Mă sucked a ball heading for them into her sphere and it appeared behind Satori in the next moment, ramming into him and bursting into a mess of vipers. Only a quick grab onto a passing cloud saved him from plummeting to the ground.

Mantra, Lucy had figured out, could not predict moves that weren’t directed with intent. Which meant that Satori’s great weapons were also his greatest weakness. Now, if only they weren’t hundreds of feet into the air, she might feel confident. As it was, she was glad her mother had taught her to ride bareback, because only Mă’s speed and ability were saving her life. Lucy’s magic was starting to flag, though, and she knew she needed to end this soon. On the bright side, Satori seemed to agree if the mad rage glinting in his eye was any indication. 

On the bad side, he showcased this by stringing together a snake of cloud balls.

“Mă,” Lucy warned, gripping the back of her jerkin tightly as they braced. The first ball hit them--an acrid smelling smoke screen which was ironically perfect. With a burst of magic, Mă redirected the rest of the string of clouds, and Lucy watched with watering eyes as they slammed into where Satori was standing. Gunpowder, a burst of sticky looking vines, and a trio of explosions all went off at once, sending him flying down below. 

Mă jumped from branch to branch down to the ground, each step jarring Lucy’s injuries. By the winding cloud river, Satori laid unconscious. Vindictive pride swelled in her chest; she’d managed to defeat him all on her own. Maybe Laxus was right about her being stronger than she thought.

Lucy slid gratefully off of Mă, wincing at her ribs. They were probably broken, but that wasn’t the worst injury she’d ever had. So long as she didn’t need to fight anyone else seriously she should be okay. Laying down sounded like a great idea right about then.

“I hope Laxus and the others are alright,” she murmured.

Mă made a surprised sound, pointing up and away. “Is that Laxus?”

Lucy dragged her head off the ground. The sky was black with clouds now, and though she hadn’t thought much of it before, she had been hearing various bursts of lightning for the last few minutes. She’d assumed it was Laxus in his own battle. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Mă pointed to the sky above Skypiea proper, the cloud island that the Straw Hats had yet to visit at all--and the one their logpose had been pointing to. A black mass of clouds, visibly bursting at the seams with lightning, was hovering just above the tallest buildings. She’d never seen Laxus do anything like it; of course, Laxus had no reason to be over there. But he wasn’t the only lightning user on the island.

“Oh Mavis,” Lucy breathed, injuries forgotten as she scrambled to get back on Mă. “Get us over there now! We need to evacuate the people.” A lightning bolt shattered the ground where she’d just been standing, pain lacing through her body in a starburst. She didn’t let it slow her down. 

Skypiea was filled with people and if Enel was filling the sky with massive amounts of lightning, it wasn’t for anything good.

☉

Laxus managed to complete his magic circle, the same one he’d used against Mystogan but far more wide reaching. With a shouted incantation, he filled the entire forest with light, so quickly even Shura and his stupid bird couldn’t avoid it. They fell to the ground shortly after and he was glad to stop for a breath. He’d used more magic then he’d meant to, but his injuries were minor. Ish. 

The burn on his hip was likely to scar. At least it hadn’t damaged his Straw Hat tattoo. 

A boom of thunder shook the very air, and he wrenched his head up. He hadn’t noticed during his fight, but it wasn’t just his power lighting up the forest and sky; the thickest storm clouds he’d ever seen were filling every inch of the horizon. Worse, he saw the center of the storm--a massive roiling ball of pure lightning--hovering above Skypiea. Even with the distance, he could sense the energy in it, greater than the Thunder Palace or any attack he could ever bring to bear. Likely greater than all of the magic in his body could produce at one time. A bolt of it shot down, destroying a tower of clouds.

Laxus was teleporting in the next second, traveling through the air as just another flash of lightning. 

☉

Luffy ran up Giant Jack, dragging the ball of gold behind him. It slowed him down a little but it wouldn’t stop him. Far to the side, the storm clouds roiled, crackling with energy above an island he could just barely make out. They hadn’t had time to explore it yet, but he couldn’t worry about it right now. He trusted someone on the crew would figure it out--Laxus, probably. He’d been really annoyed when Luffy called dips on Enel; he’d wanted to at least try to take a bite out of the logia, which Luffy could appreciate. 

He turned a corner and there, about even with his height, was the huge golden ship that Enel was flying, hovering right next to something caught on a floating island cloud. Something big and gold, moss covered but etched with markings Luffy didn’t know. 

The Golden Bell of Shandora. 

☉

It didn’t take Laxus long to get to the island proper, coming down into a mess of chaos. Men in white uniforms and two blonde women were directing an evacuation, a riot of people with wings swiftly stampeding through the streets and towards the docks.

“Laxus!” 

He turned at the shout and saw that one of the blondes he’d dismissed in a brief glance as a local was actually Lucy. She was wearing the same sort of half shirt half dress that the locals did, in a deep red color, but it had clearly been pulled over her shirt and skirt in a hurry. She smelled of fire and blood, and favored her right side, but didn’t seem otherwise harmed. Tension bled from his shoulders and he reached for her before he could stop himself.

Lucy slammed into his side, right on the burn, hair frazzled. Laxus swallowed back his hiss of pain and put up with it until she pulled away. “The clouds-”

“I know,” he assured her. He looked up, another bolt shooting from the sky. He jumped to intercept it, swallowing the energy down. The boost of energy made him feel better, but this didn’t seem like something that a little snacking could fix. A pity it was his only option. When he landed, he pushed Lucy towards the fleeing refugees. Most of the town seemed to have emptied out, which he was grateful for. If he fucked this up- “Get going,” he ordered. 

“What? What about you?” He didn’t say anything, only looked up. Was the ball of lightning getting closer? Lucy sucked in a sharp breath, horror and realization playing across her features. She’d always been too smart for her own good. “Are you nuts?!”

“I’m their only shot,” he told her.

“A dragon slayer can’t eat energy stronger than their magic,” she snapped back. He didn’t try to argue that his magic was stronger than some little logia. It’d be a lie and they both knew it; the maelstrom above their heads crackled as if in answer. It didn’t change the facts though.

“If that attack hits, this island will be vaporized. Their homes, their livelihoods, all gone in a blink. I can’t let that happen.”

“You will die!” Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she lunged forward to grip the edges of his coat. He let her shake him back and forth. “Natsu barely had a few mouthfuls of ethernano and was sick for a week; if you try to consume all of that energy at once, your magic container will crack and you will die.”

“And I can’t stand by and do nothing while a city is threatened!” He bit his lip as soon as the words were out. He hadn’t meant to let that slip, but already he could see the understanding pass over Lucy’s face. 

He’d threatened Magnolia with destruction by lightning. He’d willingly destroyed and held his home hostage, had let his power and insecurities control him. Laxus would be dead before he let that happen to someone else. 

“Miss!” One of the white hatted officials ran up. “Everyone else has been evacuated and I’ve sent men to speak to the Shandorans. We need to leave.”

Laxus detangled Lucy’s hands from his coat, pulling back. She didn’t look away from him, but a stubborn set came to her jaw. “Go ahead, Captain. I’m staying here.”

“Lucy-!”

“If you’re going to do this then I’m not leaving you,” she spat. The local captain looked between them, but gave a brisk salute and headed off to the final ship. Above them, the clouds gave another clap of thunder.

“Don’t be stupid,” Laxus argued, panic rising in his chest. If he wasn’t able to swallow all the energy before his container cracked, then it was highly likely that there would still be some destruction. Lucy could be caught in the crossfires. 

“I’m not being stupid,” she countered, reaching out and pulling his shirt up to press her hand against the tattoo of their jolly roger. “I’m trusting you to do this.” She swallowed, meeting his eyes. He could feel her shaking, but she didn’t waver in her decision. “And I’m trusting you to survive it. Us Straw Hats are good at doing the impossible, right?”

A lump rose in his throat and he did his best to memorize how she looked. Her hair was frizzing, she had a split lip, was covered in blood and something else that absolutely reeked, but her eyes showed only trust and determination. Laxus had never seen someone so beautiful. “Right,” he finally managed. Thunder boomed, louder now, and the energy in the air reached a wild crescendo. They were out of time.

Laxus swung his coat over Lucy’s shoulders, wrapping it tightly around her. She practically swam in it, but only nodded when he ordered, “Keep that on you. And take cover.”

For a moment she hesitated, and Laxus had the stupid urge to kiss her, since he likely wouldn’t have a chance in the future, but decided that was an asshole move. He was trying to avoid being an asshole these days. In the end, Lucy backed up and took cover behind some overturned carts and Laxus was faced with the task before him. 

The only chance he’d have of this working is if he emptied his magic reserves first, to allow the best chance to absorb all of Enel’s attack. Except he had no good place to discharge his power--he couldn’t throw it into the sky, because it’d only mix with Enel’s and then make it impossible for him to eat; he couldn’t send it into the ground without destroying the island he was trying to save; to one side of the island were the refugee ships and to the other was Upper Yard and all his crew.

Laxus didn’t have time to consider his options, so with a wild prayer that Mavis still watched him even though he wasn’t a Fairy anymore, he did the only thing he could do; he pumped his magic into the air. 

There was always a certain amount of lightning in the air from the atmosphere. On Skypiea and Upper Yard, it was concentrated, which only now did Laxus think was Enel’s doing. So he pushed his magic out along those same pathways. Out and out, careful not to overload any one area and accidentally create a full bolt of energy, Laxus dumped his magic into the air. Down he spun into his core, into his second origin, and out he dragged it all. It made him dizzy and left him feeling pulled in a hundred directions, like he was spreading himself thin over the sky. Words filtered in, disjointed and confusing.

“I am glad to call you my friend, as our ancestors did.”

“God, please protect us.”

“Straw Hat! My name is Gan Fall, and I can help you.”

“Robin! Are you okay? Damnit, Chopper, wake up!”

“You dare to defy me?! I am God! And this imperfect world will fall.”

“I won’t let you get that bell!”

Again and again, some voices familiar, others totally alien. He could hear them all, was connected to each of them, for a few precious seconds. This, Laxus realized, must have been how Enel used his Mantra to hear everything on the island. 

The realization was ripped from him as all of his magic disappeared. He gasped, darkness pushing the edges of his vision, pain racking his body. He clung on to consciousness with every inch of his will. He couldn’t fall yet; not while Lucy stood behind him. Not while the Skypieans were begging for a miracle.

Above him, the sky flashed with light. Hell rained down.

Laxus opened his mouth as the power erupted, pure destruction barreling towards him. He sucked in, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of energy. It fought and burned going down, crackling against his skin. He didn’t stop, only reached out and grabbed and grabbed, unwilling to pause for even a second. 

Pain like he had never known it radiated from every inch of his being. Laxus felt as if his veins and nerves were dying one by one; his very magic aching with the sudden influx of power. He took every watt into his body, felt it fill his second origin, his core, up and up until it was too much, until he was too full and was about to burst. Still he didn’t stop, not while Skypiea was at risk.

It was the longest three seconds of his life.

By the time it was over, the clouds were black and empty of power, floating gently above the island. Shopfronts and homes stood unharmed all around him, brightly colored banners cheerily lining the street. Laxus faltered, his knees buckling, lightning sparking freely across his body. His ears were ringing and everything hurt; all around him his awareness was both all encompassing and quickly fading. Too full still, magic falling away from his body like dropping petals. A bolt shot off him, and he barely gained enough control to shoot it up.

Something touched him, and he pulled his eyes open--when had they closed? Lucy sat in front of him, which was wrong for some reason. He knew. Too dangerous. He couldn’t control-

“-release.”

He blinked, sluggish. His whole body was encompassed in lightning, yet she didn’t let go. Only held onto his wrists. 

“Have to…energy…up.”

Lucy flinched, tears running down her face. She was hurting but Laxus couldn’t figure out why. 

Magic bubbled in his chest and energy surged across his body, into the air.

Oh. He hadn’t considered what he’d do with the energy when he had it. Then again, he had expected to be dead right about now.

“Laxus!” The voice cut through. Lucy’s voice. Why was she still holding onto him? He had to be hurting her. “Send the magic up. You have to let it go.”

He could do that. If Lucy was asking then it had to be important. He just needed to send the magic back. One attack should do it.

“Please, Laxus.” 

He pulled back from her, tipping his head back so he was looking at the sky. The clouds were falling away, blue coming through. If he hit that it would be okay. Then he could rest. 

Opening his mouth was painful; pulling on the magic burning its way through his system was worse.

Still he did it.

☉

Enel turned away from Luffy, scowling at the still standing Skypiea. 

“How?!” he snarled. Luffy clung onto the old man as he guided his weird bird horse around the flying ship. Enel absently slung a javelin of lightning their way, but they avoided it easily. “How could anyone stop the Raigo?”

From Skypiea, a pillar of lightning sprung into the sky, bright yellow and crackling with power. Luffy didn’t need super hearing to know it was Laxus’s roar attack. 

“Hey Enel!” Luffy yelled. He reared his arm back, letting the gold act as a counterweight. “You know what they call Laxus on the Blue Sea? The Thunder God! And there is no way-” the bird rushed forward, then dropped away, slinging Luffy forward. Enel turned to look at him, rage painted across his face. “-we’ll let you destroy this island!”

Luffy hauled the golden ball forward, slamming it into Enel’s gut with all the strength he could muster. He slammed back, over the railing of the ship and still further, into the side of the huge golden bell. The ball on Luffy’s arm broke away, Enel falling unconscious as he tipped into the sky. The ship stopped flying, dropping down like a rock. The bell tipped over the edge, falling last and loudest. Luffy laughed, bright and satisfied when he heard the ethereal song of the Golden Bell.

And for the first time in four hundred years, someone lit the Fire of Shandora.

#as the stars burn on #fairy tail fanfic #one piece fanfic #laxus dreyar #lucy heartfilia #laxus x lucy

[the-chosens-mark]

Origin of Hyrule.

Hyrule was created by the Golden Three Sisters, Nayru, Farore, and Din. The sisters created a pantheon of "children/lower" gods, which includes Hylia, Demise, Satori, and a couple of others.

Demise was supposed to manage/keep the darkness in check so as to create balance, but he grew greedy and desired more. Hylia, as the second eldest, protested and battled Demise. Unfortunately, this war between light and dark threw things out of balance and resulted in angering the Golden three.

And thus began a cycle that would last for centuries.

Among the humans, a particularly courageous man was born. He listened to the signs that darkness was creeping closer to the humans, so he did his best to warn everyone, but the corrupt leader imprisoned him and had him (tw) starved/tortured for "inciting needless panic"

Fuyuki's daughter ended up founding the Sheikah, who would later make it their clans mission to forever aid the Hero and Hylia's chosen. The humans who went to the skies ended up forming an alliance with the Zonai and became the Hylians to honor the goddess.

#legend of zelda au #legend of zelda #the chosen's mark #starvation trigger warning #torture tw #starvation tw #torture trigger warning

[moonswolfie]

When you have an ASMR channel

Sooo I know this scenario is kinda weird and specific but i really like to imagine it in my head and i thought it would be fun to write about

also this is post timeskip so watch out for spoilers for that

Characters featured: Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu

*＊✿❀Bokuto Koutaro

Had no idea what ASMR even is before you told him about your channel and you had to explain to him

He would think it's kinda useless when you tell him people use it to fall asleep "Why would you do that when you can just cuddle with your partner?"

He would definitely check out your channel out of curiousity later and let's just say he FELL IN LOVE

He asked if you could introduce him on the channel because he wanted to be involved in your channel too (after all, he did promise you would do everything together)

You were reluctant because of how loud Bokuto is but he begged until you gave up "Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Just one video. Just one!"

You have an entire collection of Bokuto knocking something over downstairs or making strange noises bloopers

The fans of your channel adore him and your dynamic together and always ask how he's doing in the comments

Your fans finally have an explanation for the reason you sometimes have a random hard cut in your videos and then you appear different or the time of day is different, that being Bokuto ambushes you while filming and lays on top of you, then refuses to get off

He sucks at staying still and doing nothing but he always tries his best to stay still when you're doing a makeup video on his face (and all the comments telling him he looks fabulous are worth it)

He always tells you how good you look in your newest video and how your roleplays are always so entertaining

He watches your ASMR videos while he's away for games because he can't fall asleep without hearing your voice or alteast seeing you

Sometimes his fans will tell him they found him through your ASMR channel after his games

*＊✿❀Tendou Satori

One day at breakfast he just casually mentions your last video despite you never telling him you had an ASMR channel "By the way, your new video was really relaxing. My favourite has still got to be the crazy ex roleplay, though."

After you calm down, you ask him for how long he's known and turns out he's been quietly watching your channel for about a year now

He definetly gives you the leftover chocolates and pastries he makes for an ASMR mukbang video because "it's better than throwing it away"

(honestly i'm a little worried for your weight gain when around tendou)

He's super supportive of you, even buying you the new 3Dio for your birthday (even if you told him many times you're fine with the old one)

He will give you ideas for jokes or roleplays, even if they are sometimes a bit unhinged and you won't be able to use them

Appears occasionally on your channel, and your fans joke that he will be the sleep paralysis demon they will see after falling asleep to your videos

They love his chaotic energy nonetheless and they tell you that you two are funny when in videos together

One time a random person who came to Tendou's shop recognised him as your husband and the three of you talked about ASMR over some chocolate

Has a surprisingly relaxing whispering voice and your fans tell you he should start his own ASMR channel but he said he's fine with just watching you be happy and create videos

Never let him edit your videos please, it WILL end up being a disaster

He definitely got Ushijima to go watch your channel too, somehow.

*＊✿❀Miya Atsumu

One time he came home earlier than usual while you were still recording and "caught you" (it wasn't exactly a secret that you owned a channel but you just never told him)

But he was all smug and victorious about catching you in the act so you let him have that one "Ohoho~ Well ain't this curious? What are ya doing there?"

He was aware of what ASMR is but he never listened to it before because he wasn't really interested in that sort of thing and actually thought it was kinda weird and cringe

After you told him about your channel, he acted uninterested and dismissive about it, but as soon as he was alone, he immediately checked out your channel

Every time he would find himself returning to your videos, he convinces himself it's just checking up on your channel, he doesn't like ASMR, not at all, nope.

One day he asks seemingly out of nowhere to be introduced in your next video which takes you by surprise but you agree

The actual reason he asked you to do this is because people were lowkey flirting with you in the comments and he got jealous

After Atsumu became commonplace in your channel, you gained a lot of MSBY fans (you had MSBY fans before that already because you sometimes wore Atsumu's MSBY jacket in your videos.)

He can sometimes be seen sleeping on the bed behind you when you film in the bedroom and it's become a joke in your fanbase

Tells his fans to support your channel in interviews "Go watch my partner's videos. I know it means a lot to 'em."

Osamu makes fun of him whenever he appears in your videos but when Atsumu's not there he tells you he likes your videos and even the way Atsumu does ASMR but you promised to him that you'd never tell Atsumu that

#haikyu!! #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyū!! #bokuto headcanons #bokuto koutaro x reader #x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x fem!reader #hq tendou #tendou fluff #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #tendou x you #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #headcanons #˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗

[dontf8arthereaper]

A few hours later....

The war maybe almost be over with but the great enemy, the demon king still lives and Mato along with his allies have been missing for sometime now but as of now it did not matter for today in the darkness under the eclipse is the arrival of another legendary and ancient horror in the making. A being far powerful than legules and of course the source of soul metal and the progenitor to all of the mado horrors. He emerge through a portal of makai all in the form of a gigantic cube which then shattered apart and now it reassemble into his human form right in the middle of the catastrophe. This horror of the ancient legends is known as the massacring general, the battle commander of slaughter Zedom greeting the goddess of makai and her associate bishop with open arms

Zedom let out a sigh inhaling and exhaling all the fresh air getting a taste of the TRUE freedom for so many years of imprisonment by the makai order and the dragon god of gensokyo.

" Finally, freedom it' s been so long, I have waited... "

" Zedom my dear old friend welcome home.... "

" Now this is my kind of reunion mistress... "

" You know what must be done Zedom now is the time to change those who had survive our onslaught and perfected them all into the most Human and unique horrors, stronger and more human than inga...."

Zedom nodded his head and did exactly as he and shinki wanted. The mass extinction of both satori and lunarian have begun. He unleashed his power creating a powerful shockwave of energy all across the entire planet using his body creating the seedlings in converting and changing the survivors be it lunarian and satori and even problematic rebels, the insurgents, and the nevermore into the new genetically enhanced breed of horrors, the mado horrors are reborn now in the outside world. Many mado horrors while they still have their sentience and humanity they no longer care about their cause or the old ideologies while many more are now the powerful foot soldiers to Shinki's army now the nevermore are no longer human or yokai and no longer they care about their cause as of now their mission is to retake the outside world, destroy the variant horde become the new inheritors of a new dark future and the new dark earth. The lunarians and the satori have finally become extinct, nothing but the mado horrors fighting alongside their inga brethren. This also marks the absolute end and destruction of the nevermore who now reside the outside world. Now that is left is their greatest enemy. The variant horde.

#muse: Shinki #||| dont fear the reaper ||| #devour devour it's your final hour! #The rise of zedom #SoundCloud